Date: Tue, 5 Sep 2023 16:16:49 +0000 From: Bro 24 Subject: Exploring with Justin, Chapter 1 Disclaimer: This story depicts sexual acts between boys. If this type of story is illegal where you live or you are not of age to read sexual material such as this, please do not read any further. This work belongs to the author and may not be republished or re-posted without his consent. *** AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a story in 2 separate parts. This first part is a chronicle of the sexual experiences between pubescent boys and is based mostly on my memories of real explorations with Justin. I find that the details of those times have faded over time, so this is my way of capturing those horny memories but adding in some elements to fill in the blanks. The second part is a completely fictional continuation that includes fantasies of sexual experiences between men and young boys. If you like this first part of my story and are attracted to that type of content, you will find it in the "Adult-Youth" section once it's published. Thanks for reading! I enjoy feedback, and if my stories get you going, I'd love to hear from you at my email address above. *** EXPLORING WITH JUSTIN *** Prologue Justin may have been only 12 years old, but my dick still gets hard when I think about him. That smooth, round butt. His tanned, soft skin -- hairless except for the light peach fuzz on his arms and legs. A young thick cock that was bigger than other boys our age and got stiffer than a rail. And never forgotten, that horny, playful attitude that led us to try so many new things and explore the bounds of pleasure that two boys can have together. All these years later those mental videos of Justin and me -- playing with each other, continuously building towards full-on gay sex before we really even knew what sex was -- are still the strongest, most reliable fuel for my adult imagination. My hand squeezed tight around my shaft, stroking slowly up and down, it is never anything less than intense when I cum to the thought of my cock deep in his young hole as I thrust into those firm, fleshy cheeks. Is it wrong that I masturbate to the thought of a 12-year-old boy? I'll leave that moral query for others to debate. But there is something about the young male body that attracts all men, a natural desire for the perfection of youth that even when denied is still present in the quick glimpses of a boy's little ass or the momentary ponderance of a boy touching himself in pleasure. In my mind, the pure beauty of boys experiencing their blossoming sexuality together is unsurpassed. It feels only natural to masturbate to the thought of it. I have done so ever since, and I expect I always will. Of course Justin and I didn't just start with me fucking his ass -- that came much later in our adventures. As with many boys, we started with simple and innocent exploration. The difference for me, and for Justin too as I came to find out, was we weren't just horny, we were horny for boys. We were horny for each other. Curiosity seamlessly blended with desire and as we slowly discovered that the other wanted the same thing, getting off our young dicks together became more exciting than anything else we could be doing at that age. It was the progress that arouses me as much as the acts. The first time we shared an orgasm is still my most treasured and arousing memory -- pure horniness and secret gay feelings obscured by inexperience and nerves. But each subsequent exploration built from the last, and what started as me jerking off thinking about my friend ended with a night of unhindered gay sex and youthful pleasure. The beginning of my adventures with Justin was the beginning of my admiration for the sexuality of young boys. *** Chapter 1 I was newly 13 and horny all the time. I played with my young cock constantly and had a mind filled with fantasies of cute boys. True, I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do with them. But the remembered sights of little butts in tight shorts in the school hallway, or the imagined image of their penis hard like mine always was, made it feel so good when I jerked my little rod or humped my pillows. At that time, there was no real thought anything would happen with another boy, I just knew I liked to look at them and how pleasurable it was when I masturbated to what I saw. Brad, Eric, Jason, Shawn, Brandon, Ricky. So many boys passed through my visions in my daily after-school rituals. But none so constant as Justin. Cute, confident, sexy Justin. In my mind's eye I knew every curve of his little young body. I could see all the cute expressions of his soft facial features as I pretended we were kissing. I imagined a beautiful young dick on him that stood up straight and erect, perfectly parallel to his body. Justin went to a different school, but he was in my scout troop. At 12 years old, he was a year younger than me and had joined the troop with some other boys his age, forming a new patrol. He had caught my eye right away and Justin had a different effect on my desires than other boys. When I jerked off thinking about Justin, I didn't only think about his sexy body -- I thought about things I wanted to do with him. I think that must have been because he had so many attractive qualities that matched my own horny desires and so the fantasies seemed that much more real -- I could really believe doing things with him and that he might want to do them too. He had such a fun personality, energetic and witty. He laughed and giggled a lot and seemed to always be up to something goofy or daring. It just seemed like he was so confident and smart but didn't take anything too seriously. And perhaps it was a young prototype of my later refined gaydar, but he gave off a kind of sexual air that just drew me to him. Whenever I saw him, I could not help my wandering eyes that would memorize how he looked. He was about typical height for a twelve-year-old, just a bit taller than my smaller frame. He was lean but with enough meat on his body to have some boyish curves. His floppy dirty blonde hair always looked good, even though I guessed that he never spent a minute styling it. Somehow his skin seemed to always be tan, a shade darker than my own, and it was complimented by his deep brown eyes. My gazes would trace up his beautiful legs, smooth with the soft little blonde fur only a boy has. And the main target of my glances, his round perky butt that filled out his shorts. I knew the look of that butt like the back my hand -- how the fabric shaped and folded where his cheeks met the top of his legs, how it pulled inward at the deep crack in his ass. Justin's butt was unlike the other boys' -- it stuck out from his otherwise linear body in a way that didn't seem out of place but was a bit unique given his age and size. Looking back, I see now that my obsession with Justin's perfect butt was because this twelve-year-old boy really had cakes --full, firm cakes that pulled his pants tight around them and lifted them up to look plump and round. I jerked off a lot to Justin, but at that age I didn't know a lot about sex and knew even less about the things that boys could do together. So, it started with jerking and imagining simple things like Justin and I getting naked or showing each other our boners. Over time I got more creative and thought about touching each other's dicks or jerking them together. I didn't understand why I liked his cute butt so much, but I would stroke my dick furiously as I fantasized about him naked, showing it off for me. Bending over. Spreading it open. And then I would hump my pillow grinding my three and a half inch boycock against what I pretended to be his round cheeks. This went on for a while -- me lusting after Justin with no real expectation that anything would ever happen. We would interact in our troop occasionally and giving no evidence of my deeper desires. I would catch glimpses of his sexy young body when I could, and then masturbate constantly to him when I was alone. Then summer camp arrived. Even away at camp my sexual desires never took a break, and it took a lot of control to hide my horniness from the other boys. The hot Texas soon made for many opportunities to see boys reveal their bodies in different ways than was usual. Boys frequently went without their shirts. We went swimming, our wet swimsuits clinging to our bodies, revealing the shapes of everything underneath. We showered together, nude and in groups. Sharing a tent with another boy forced us to forgo the privacy I was used to. Those were horny and challenging nights in the tent, because while all of us were of an age that we likely jerked off every chance we could, playing with your dick was something that we never talked about, much less admitted to other boys. If you were lucky, you might be able to quietly jerk off when your tentmate fell asleep, perhaps cumming into a dirty sock to hide the evidence. It was a taboo that had never been broken for me. That is, until the confident and brazen Justin started his games. We were at the camp for a week, with classes and activities going on throughout the day. I usually only saw Justin in the evening when the troop was together at our campsite. We tented by patrols, so Justin was in a tent with Chad, another boy his age. Chad was cute, a little shorter than Justin but with light blonde hair, a lean little body, and a bit more of a nerdy look -- he had slipped into a few of my fantasies but generally had remained a side character. My tentmate was Jeremy, and while he wasn't bad looking, we didn't get along great and I just didn't really have much desire for him. My focus was always on Justin, so the couple of times I could sneak a jerk that week, I was imagining Justin in his tent doing what I was doing. One morning, I by chance had an activity scheduled in the same direction that some of the other boys were going, including Justin and Chad. We all walked down the trail, chatting and making our way across camp. I noticed Justin and Chad were sort of dragging behind and kept whispering to each other and giggling. Curious of what they were talking about, and of course taking any opportunity to talk with Justin, I slowed down and let them catch up with me. "What's so funny you guys?" I asked as they came up beside me. They giggled to each other and then Chad answered, "Oh, we were just laughing at what we had for breakfast." He looked knowingly at Justin and kept laughing. "Huh? Why would breakfast be so funny?" "Well, what did you eat, Mark?" Chad asked back at me. "I just ate sausage and eggs" I said, but that immediately made them both go into a louder fit of laughter. "What's so funny about that?" Justin pulled himself together enough to help with my confusion, "Yeah, well it's because sausage could mean something different, you know?" I didn't know, but I had a sort of minor recognition that maybe he was saying something penises. I immediately took a greater interest. "Like what?" I asked innocently. Justin looked around a little, then leaned in and said quietly, "you know...sausage. Like your dick." I thought I caught him quickly look down at my crotch, but I wasn't sure. "Ohhhh..." I said with some recognition. Justin giggled some more and said, "So when you said we ate sausage and eggs, it's like you said we were eating a dick and balls." Were they really talking about dicks? I laughed along with them, now in on their joke. And at the same time, my own dick was taking notice from the sexual talk. It twitched in my shorts. "Ok, I get it now. So that's what you guys were laughing at?" I asked, hoping to hear more. "Yeah, we were coming up with breakfast foods like that. We thought it would be funny that we could just talk about food and nobody would know what we were really talking about" Justin said. From the way he said it, I got the feeling that he was the one initiating this game and Chad was just sort of along for the ride. "So, what else have you come up with?" I asked Justin. "Pancakes" he said. "What's that?" I said, hanging on his every word now. He looked over at Chad who had a big smile on his face, then looked back at me and said, "you know, you gotta make the batter." He made a whisking motion with his hand and wrist. "Oh...ha ha" I said, a little uncomfortably. I thought he was talking about jerking off. None of the other boys ever talked like that, and I wasn't sure what to say. "Do you like to make pancakes?" Justin asked me. Chad giggled. "Ummm...I don't know," I replied hesitantly. Then Chad jumped in and said dryly, "Everybody likes making pancakes." Justin said, "yeah, I make them every day." They both laughed. I was confused and a little embarrassed as I thought through what they were saying. It sounded like Justin was saying that he jerked off every day. But this was the first time that I'd ever heard a boy admit to playing with his dick. Was Justin really that bold? Was this some sort of trap to get me to admit I jerked off? We were clearly not very sophisticated or mature about how we talked about anything sexual, but this breakfast code seemed to be a clever way to get around that taboo. Justin, the object of all my sexual fantasies seemed to be telling me he jerks off. My little dick stared to fill up my shorts. Thankfully, it was kept hidden by the tightness of my underwear. I stumbled on what to say back, not wanting to give myself away, but wanting to talk about this more. "Justin you must really like making pancakes," I said. He looked at me with a bit of a sly grin and said very sensually, "I love it." The three of us laughed at how he said that. Then he asked me again "Don't you?" "Yeah, I guess so..." I said, still shy to admit anything. "Making pancakes feels so good. I make them all the time," Justin said again, making the whisking motion with his hand. He was being bold about this and I started to sense he was enjoying admitting to jerking off. "I like making pancakes too," Chad said, "but I don't think I like them nearly as much as Justin." He rolled his eyes in Justin's direction. Wow, I thought. So, Chad was admitting he jerks off too. But what did he mean Justin liked them more? Had they talked about jerking off before? "What can I say?" Justin responded. "It just feels so good." This didn't feel like a trap anymore. This felt like boys wanting to admit something that we apparently all did. Maybe it was because I was horny and hard as we walked down the trail making veiled references to playing with our dicks, but I was ready to be a part of the game. I wondered if either of them were hard like me. I looked down at Justin's crotch, searching the tight green fabric of his shorts for any sign of a bulge. I couldn't tell, but I thought Justin saw me look down at him because he just smiled at me. "Yeah, I like making pancakes too," I said, officially admitting for the first time, albeit in code, that I jerked off too. "I figured you did. All guys do," Justin said with a knowing nod to Chad. This was amazing. I had now joined in on the open secret between the three of us that we all jerked off. All the fantasies I had had of Justin stroking his dick had just been confirmed. And apparently, he did it often like I did. "When was the last time you made them?" Justin asked. I was taken off guard, not quite ready to get into that level of detail and hesitated as the question hung in the air. Chad saved me, interjecting enthusiastically "Justin made pancakes last night!" Justin just smiled. I was shocked, nearly stopping on the trail. "What? You mean he jer...he made pancakes last night? When?" I said, my excitement probably a little too obvious. Chad said, "in the tent last night." "Wait, how do you know?" I asked. "Cause I was there. He did it on his cot in the tent." Chad said. This couldn't be real. Justin had jerked off in the tent with Chad there? And Chad knew he was doing it? They were being so open about it; I couldn't believe it. "I was hungry," Justin shrugged. They laughed, but I was still too shocked. I had just shifted from never having admitted to jerking off or even hearing another boy admit it, to finding out that not only does Justin jerk off a lot, but he did it last night, and with another boy there at the time no less. I needed to know more, to understand how this happened. I asked Chad, "you didn't uhh...make pancakes too?" "No, just Justin" Chad said. "Guess I wasn't hungry." He shrugged. We just then came up to a point in the trail that we had to split off to go to our different activities, but there was so much more I wanted to know and ask. I wanted to talk more about jerking off now that this door had cracked open. My boner was throbbing, and I knew I had to find a way to continue this talk later. "Okay guys, see you later. Glad you enjoyed breakfast!" I said and we all had a final laugh. As I started down a different trail, I couldn't help but look back and get good long gaze at Justin's perky butt in his tight shorts. --- The rest of that day was uneventful, and I didn't have much chance to talk to Justin and Chad. But that night in my tent I was rock hard the moment I got in my sleeping bag. I listened patiently for Jeremy to fall asleep, knowing I had no choice but to jerk off. My head was filled with the vision of Justin in his tent stroking his cock, Chad lying next to him. I could hear my tentmate's breathing getting heavier and I knew he was almost asleep. I slid my hand down my briefs and felt my raging hard young dick. I squeezed it firmly, not wanting to make any noisy movements, but needing to play with it. I felt like I was harder than I'd ever been. My little cock was pulsing, with the head swelled and the three and a half inches of my shaft rigid as a nail. Jeremy was definitely asleep now, a light snore coming from his side of the tent. I started to stroke slowly, gripping my hand around my little rod, feeling waves of pleasure. My fantasies took over: Justin, laying naked on top of his sleeping bag, his hand wrapped around his hard dick, stroking it slowly just like I was. It felt good, better than usual. I sped up my stroking. So many questions came to mind: Did Justin actually jerk off last night while Chad was there in the tent? Did Chad watch him or did he just know Justin was doing it? Did they talk about jerking off? How did it even come up? What did Justin's dick look like? Did he jerk it fast or slow? Was he doing it again tonight?! I was pounding at my cock now, oblivious to any noise I might be making. My last thought was too much, that Justin might be jerking his dick right now, just as I was. My cock exploded and shots of warm boycum sprayed all over my sleeping bag. My body writhed on my cot as I orgasmed, thinking of Justin masturbating and cumming just like me. I came for what felt like minutes as the jizz kept shooting out of my cock, eventually becoming just a dribble. I slowly returned to earth, my chest heaving from the activity, my body relaxing. I realized that as carried away as I had gotten, I had forgotten to grab a sock. I didn't care. I had just had the best orgasm of my young life, and it was because now my lust had become more real -- Justin was a horny boy just like me and we both liked to jerk our dicks. I lay covered in my cum in the sleeping bag and fell asleep. --- The next morning was the last full day of camp. When it came time to leave the campsite for activities, I wanted to make damn sure I was walking with Justin and Chad. I hurried to get my stuff together in my tent so I wouldn't miss them. With my back turned as I loaded my pack, I heard "Hey Mark, we're leaving if you want to walk with us." It was Justin. I zipped around instantly, excited that he had actually come to get me when it was I that was rushing to catch up with him. "Yeah sure, I'm ready," I said, and without thinking my eyes darted down his body and I checked him out. My eyes stopped on his crotch and I thought I saw that it looked full. Was...was he hard? Meanwhile, he was looking into my tent and seemed to be eyeing my cot. What was he looking at? Did he know that I jerked off there thinking about him? He turned away and I grabbed my backpack and followed Justin to the trailhead. We walked down the trail, with Chad and Justin and I hanging back from the rest of the group again. At first, we just talked about some of the things going on at camp. There was some tension in the air, like we all wanted to repeat yesterday's conversation, but not jump in too quickly. But I was so curious to know more and feeling eager today after the incredible jerk off I had had the night before. My dick was growing in my pants already. I went for it, thinking myself sly by asking "So did you guys have breakfast?" Justin and Chad looked at each other. Chad seemed to then look down a little. But Justin looked at me and smiled. "Yeah," he said. "How `bout you?" "Yeah," I said, almost proudly. "I made pancakes last night." "We did too," Justin said, and again he looked at Chad. I was taken aback. Did he mean they both jerked off last night? Together? "Wait. You both did?" I asked. "Yeah," Justin said. "Together?" I was astonished. "Yeah, we did it at the same time. It was fun," Justin said. I didn't know what to say, too shocked to process the reality that they had jerked off together. My dick was rock hard again, stretching my underwear fabric. I wondered if it was obvious. "Wow, I didn't know you guys would do it together. That's crazy," I said, still not sure how to react. Justin just brushed it off, "All guys do it. Might as well be open about it, you know?" Chad, who had strangely gone quiet, looked back up at us and said, "It's not that big of a deal." "Yeah, I guess not," I said, but in my own mind it was the biggest deal I had ever heard of. "We both do it, so we just decided not to try and hide it," Justin explained. "That makes sense," I said tentatively. "I don't think I could do that with Jeremy in my tent." Chad agreed with that, saying "yeah, probably not. Jeremy doesn't seem the type to be cool about it." "You know he does it when he's alone though!" Justin said. We laughed, a knowing laugh between us three with our open secret. My dick was raging in my pants. All this talk of jerking off was driving me wild. I wanted more than anything to play with mine right then. My dick was positioned awkwardly in my underwear as often happens with those young boners. I really needed to adjust it, but I wasn't going to risk getting caught reaching down my pants. I thought to myself maybe I could just put my hand in my pocket and move my boner aside, but just then I saw Justin reach down the front of his shorts and seem to adjust his own. Had I just witnessed Justin touch his boner? I stared directly at his crotch, trying to see if I could make out the outline of his dick. I caught myself, but looking back up at his face, it was clear he had seen me watch him adjust. He smiled and looked down at my shorts. We made eye contact again, him smiling, me trying not to give myself away, but there was a clear but silent recognition between us that we were both hard. I reached down the front of my pants and grabbed my throbbing cock, moving it up and into a better position. He watched me, his eyes traveling down as my hand slipped into my pants, then back up. He looked me in the eyes as if to say he knew I had just touched my hard dick. "Mark, maybe you should join us tonight," Justin said. "You know, since Jeremy isn't cool." I had wanted nothing more in my entire 13 years of life. "That would be awesome!" I said without thinking. Then my nervousness returned. "But I don't know how I could sneak out of my tent. You guys are on the other side of the campsite and with bed checks I might get caught." "Yeah, I don't know, Justin" Chad said hesitantly, "maybe three is a crowd." I got the feeling Chad was more uncomfortable than he was letting on. Was he only okay with jerking off with Justin? Or maybe this was all too much for him. Justin seemed to get the message and just said "Ok, never mind. Every man for himself then." Again, we were coming up on the part of the trail where we had to split off. The conversation had moved into talking about how good it was going to feel when each of us did it that night, but there wasn't any more talk of us doing it together. I split to the right and Justin and Chad split to the left. But then, as we separated, Justin said to Chad "hold up, I have to tell Mark something real quick." He came up to me, cupped his hands on my ear and whispered, "I'll be in the showers after everybody else tonight." Then he gave me a devilish grin and jogged back to Chad. I stood stunned in the middle of the trail. What was he suggesting? Did he want to shower with me? Would we be naked together? Was he inviting me to jerk off with him? Still in shock, I watched his hot little butt run off, thinking that maybe I'd get to see it bare for the first time. --- The day took forever to go by. I couldn't think of anything else except being naked with Justin. My cock was hard all day and I all I wanted to do was play with it. Dinnertime finally came and went, and the troop got cleaned up from the day. I knew there was a loose schedule for the boys to shower by patrols and after everyone was done, the shower building usually sat empty. Justin must have known that too and figured out that we could be alone there. I monitored the showerhouse in the distance from my tent, pretending to be organizing my gear for nearly half an hour. I thought about the little building and how things might go. It was a basic wooden structure at the far end of the campsite, square with no windows and a single door. Inside, a wall went about three-quarters of the way across the middle of the room to set off a changing area from the larger area with the sinks and toilets. A long wooden bench ran through the changing area and at the far end was a smaller room with three shower heads in a row. This simple layout allowed for someone in the shower to be given some warning if anyone else entered, first by the sound of the outside door opening, and then by seeing from the shower room if anyone came around the wall into the changing area. For someone concerned about privacy in the shower, either because of shyness or for more devious reasons, it was ideal. Boys filtered in and out of the little building and across the campsite and I could hear the muffled sound of the water. My dick was at full attention in my shorts, anticipating being naked with Justin. I tried to keep it under control, still not sure what might happen -- Justin had invited me to the showerhouse, but it wasn't clear what we would do when we were alone. Would we jerk off together like he and Chad said they had? My nervousness kept me from jumping too far ahead and assuming Justin's intentions. I tried my best to will my boner to go down. What if we got naked and I was the only one that was hard? The thoughts of actually seeing his sexy nude body and cute bare butt for the first-time kept popping in my head, defeating any chance of my dick softening. My hormone-charged boycock was in full control. The stream of boys from the showerhouse slowed to a trickle as darkness came. Soon it was pitch black, with only pockets of light in the woods -- the glow of lanterns from a few tents and the flames of the campfire at the other edge of the campsite. I could still just make out the showerhouse building in the darkness. The sound of the water had stopped. There appeared to be no movement on that end of the site. Then, as I squinted into the darkness, I could just make out a dark figure walking up to the building, opening the door, and going inside. That had to be Justin. This was it. I grabbed my towel and shower gear and headed toward the building, more nervous than I had ever been before. But my nerves were founded on excitement, and I found my body nearly shaking as I crept through the dark. The feelings must have had an impact on my boner because despite the extreme horniness I felt, my dick was softening and was at rest by the time I reached the building. A little relieved, I thought at least I wouldn't have to hide a boner if Justin didn't have one too. I opened the showerhouse door and took a few steps inside. It was quiet and appeared empty. The air was humid and smelled of musky boy mixed with fresh soap. Was Justin here, just beyond the changing area wall? I slowly walked through and rounded the corner. There he was, straddling the bench in a t-shirt and those tight little green shorts. He had his hands on his knees and he was looking up at me with that sly smile. "Oh, hey Mark" he said with faux surprise, "funny seeing you here." Always playful. I saw Justin move his eyes up and down my body, resting for a moment on my crotch before looking back up at my face, still smiling. Before I hadn't been certain he was really looking me over; this time there was no doubt. Justin was looking at me the way I looked at other boys, but he wasn't trying to hide it like I always did. It made me nervous, but excited. My cock stirred again in my shorts. I looked him up and down too, risking for the first time an open gaze. I looked intently at the area between his thin legs, eager to see if he had a boner like he had had earlier that day. I still couldn't tell. I felt all I could do was to keep playing along and see where this might go. "Yes, such a nice evening for a late shower," I said in haughty tone. "Delightful," he returned. "A relaxing shower and perhaps some pancakes." That was the code. He wanted to jerk off. This was happening. I still didn't know how to proceed. "Sounds lovely," I said, trying to play cool, but frozen as I looked at him. Thankfully, Justin was the bold one. "Shall we?" he said as he stood up, swept his leg across the bench so he was standing a few feet from me and began to lift off his t-shirt. I watched him lustfully in that moment, seeing the slow reveal of his tan, smooth skin. He was lean, with the flat perfectly smooth chest of a pre-teen. His tiny nipples were small and dark, but taut and pointing sharply outward. There was not a hair to be seen on him as he lifted his arms to take off his shirt. My legs were shaking now, my nervousness and excitement overwhelming me. But I again followed his lead and took off my own shirt. His eyes wandered across my body too. Justin didn't hesitate and as soon as his shirt was off, he was unbuckling his belt and undoing his shorts. I was more cautious -- although I was no longer at full mast and I had been naked with other boys before in the showers, it had never been like this where we openly looked at each other. I waited and watched as he pulled off his shorts and stood in front of me in just a pair of white boxers, an obvious tent of fabric pulled tight in front and pointing right at me. Justin was rock hard. My eyes were frozen on his pointed bulge. I looked back up at him and he smiled, giving one of his little giggles. My eyes went back to the tented boner in front of me. My dick began to harden in my shorts. With Justin's obvious erection mere inches away, I was becoming less afraid and more turned on. I undid my belt and fly, then slipped my shorts down over my legs. Justin watched. I stood before him in my underwear, my half-hard bulge apparent and growing. He looked down at it as I had looked at his. I wasn't sure what was next. Were we supposed to take off our boxers next? He surprised me again, grabbing his boner in his hand and starting to rub it through the fabric. He smiled at me. I watched him move his hand up and down, seeing the outline of his boner as he rubbed himself. I moved my hand to my own crotch and started to rub, matching his slow movements. My little bulge quickly became full in my hand. We stood about two feet from each other, our heads bowed and eyes locked on each other's crotches. "Feels so good," Justin half-moaned. All I could say was "yeah." "I need to whisk some batter," he said, looking me in the eye now. "Me too," I said desperately. He stopped rubbing himself and with both hands he grasped the waistband of his boxers. He slid them down, unceremoniously pulling the elastic over his dick. As he slipped his boxers the rest of the way off, I stared, transfixed on his fully revealed hard penis. It stood completely upright and at attention. The rigid shaft moved from side to side as he bent and stretched to pull his boxers over his feet, but it continued standing upright, like a tumbler that wobbles but always stands up straight. He stood back up in front of me, his hands on his hips and his hardon pointing at me, looking me right in the eye and smiling. "Ahh, that's better," he said, showing relief that his dick was now free of any constraints. Here he was, the object of my masturbation fantasies -- his sexy 12-year-old body standing fully naked and erect before me. My eyes wandered up and down, again taking in the lines of his slim chest, looking down to his soft tummy, and then down to the prize: his four-inch cut boycock. It was sticking up from his body and out towards me, a perfect straight shape with a slightly thicker head, swollen and a shade darker than the rest of the shaft. It was bigger than I had imagined, a little longer than mine and thicker too. I was amazed, as even at a year younger than me he was bigger and seemed a bit more developed. Just above the base of his shaft was just a hint of short, fine hairs, looking like they had just started to grow. Fully revealed by his upright shaft was his smooth little ballsack. It hung a little lower and looser than mine did and I could see the shape of his two round boy balls. My eyes were glued to the very first hard penis I had ever seen, and in that moment the image of that beautiful, smooth erect pubescent cock burned deep into my memory. As I looked back up at his face in amazement, he looked down at my hardon in my underwear, then back up at me. It was my turn. My nervousness had faded and now I was purely eager. There was no reason to hide now -- Justin had blown past any last hesitation I had that this was a joke or something different than what I wanted it to be. I pulled on my waistband and lowered my boxers, my throbbing boner snapping back up to my stomach. We stood facing each other, our eyes wandering over each other's bodies, our boycocks standing erect and pointing out at the other as if they were trying to touch. He stared directly at mine. I liked it. It made me feel even hornier that he liked looking at my cock, just like I liked looking at his. Here we were, two horny boys with hardons, mesmerized by seeing each other naked and hard for the first time. "Let's get them wet!" he said, breaking the moment. He turned towards the shower room and it was then that I got my first look at his naked young ass. It was as round and perfect as I had imagined, flawless and smooth like only a boy butt can be. I watched his cheeks lift and move as he leaned in to turn on two of the shower handles. Instinctively, my hand went back to my cock, this time without the barrier of fabric. I began to rub it as I stared at his little butt. Continuing to lean in to feel the shower stream as the water temperature rose, he looked back at me, seeing my gaze fixed on his butt and my hand rubbing my dick. He smiled at me and I blushed a little, caught in a moment of lust. He just turned his head back around, sticking his butt out a little further, and did a quick shake of his cheeks and giggled his playful laugh. With the water warm, he made a quick hop into the shower room, his boner bouncing with him, and moved to the last showerhead. I followed and got under the one next to him. We stood facing each other, the water now pouring down our bodies, our hard dicks nearly touching. His smooth little body glistened, wet and soft. A stream of water ran down his cock and dripped from his hanging balls. He reached down and grabbed his shaft and started to slowly stroke it. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my own cock, matching his slow rhythm. We looked directly in each other's eyes with a knowing pleasure, as if we had reached a moment we both had wanted. We were masturbating together. Watching each other. I couldn't be sure about what Justin was thinking, but I was stroking to him, getting off to the site of his naked body and his hard cock. My fantasy had become real. After a few moments he said in a quiet voice, "jerking off feels so good." "Yeah" I breathily replied, all that I could muster in this euphoric state. We stroked slowly for a few more seconds, our eyes on each other's cocks. "It feels even better doing it with you. I've never seen a real hard dick before." I was confused. I thought he had done this just last night. "What about Chad's?" "No, we jerked it in our sleeping bags. We didn't see each other. He was scared to show his." "Oh," I said. "I guess we're not scared to show, huh?" "No," he said with another giggle. "I like showing mine." He took his hand away and swung his hips back and forth so his boner waved at me. "Me too," I said laughing and I made mine wave back. We continued stroking. Our dick heads were inches apart as they moved up and down. For a long time, we just stared at each other's dicks as we jerked them off, not making a sound except the occasional soft moan or gasp of pleasure. We were in full heat, masturbating with a deep focus on the others cock, and after a time we both increased our speed. I pushed out my hips and my throbbing dick as I arched my back in pleasure. Pounding away at his young dick, Justin took a half step towards me and arched his back too. Then, perhaps accidentally or perhaps intentionally, the head of his dick lightly brushed against mine. A wave of pleasure and horniness washed over me and I looked up in his eyes, surprised. Our dicks had touched! Was that okay? He smiled at me. Taking a risk, I grabbed the base of my dick and slapped his dick head with mine. He giggled again. Yes, this was more than okay. We both liked it. He slapped my dick back, and soon we were sword fighting -- slapping our hard little wet dicks together, swinging our hips to try to make them smack, laughing and grunting as the water splashed off our bodies. Then it was back to full stroking. Faster and faster we jerked our dicks, a silent show of who could jerk harder. I was looking all over his body as I stroked, and he did the same. Now the playfulness was gone and the moment intense. Jerking harder than I think I ever had before, my body tense with the concentration and pleasure, I watched Justin pound away at those beautiful four inches of boycock and I felt myself moving towards the edge of orgasm. Justin beat me to it. "I'm going to make cum!" Justin said. He hunched forward and started to rock back and forth. I watched as his dick started to pulse. Then like a bullet, a sudden stream of white creamy cum shot out of his cock. Then another. Then another. Each load of boycum splattered right on me, covering my dick and my stomach. "Ooooh god" he moaned, his body convulsing in orgasm. Watching his cum shoot out made me pound even harder. His cum on my cock had made it suddenly slick, and it was an overwhelming new sensation. It sent me over the edge, and with my hand now sliding furiously over my dick with a mix of water and Justin's cum, the throbbing head of my cock exploded. Cum sprayed all over Justin's stomach and dick, five giant shots of my load covering him like he had done to me. Our stroking slowed, our heads now thrown back and eyes closed, meditating in that post-orgasm moment when you give a few final slow strokes to milk out the last few drops of cum. Then it was over. We slowly returned to reality, looking at each other and smiling. As our penises softened, we turned into the shower streams to rinse off each other's loads. "That felt soooo good," Justin said. "I needed that bad." He sounded so casual, innocent. Like this was a daily occurrence and not the momentous first sexual exploration for both of us that it was. God, he was confident. "That's the most cum I've ever made," I said. "You jerked it with my cum on your dick," he said with wonder in his voice. "Yeah," I replied, a bit bashful. It had felt amazing, but it was unexpected. "I want to try that next time," he said. I stood in silence under the water, uncertain about what we had just done but thrilled that Justin was already thinking about jerking off with me again. Finished rinsing, we turned off the showers and moved back to the changing area, drying off and continuing to watch each other. As we got dressed, there was no talk. We had taken a big step, but at least for me, my fantasies about him and other boys were still my own. I was far from even considering expressing my lust for him, even if it may have already been obvious. Dressed now, we gathered our gear and headed towards the door. As he opened it, he looked back at me with his cute playful smile. "We should do this every campout," he said. "It can be our secret!" "I won't tell anyone," I replied earnestly. Justin walked out the door and back towards his tent, my eyes fixed on his perky little cheeks. --- Being our last night at camp, Justin and I didn't get together again on that trip. But I had seen my first hard cock and I was eager to see more. Having experienced just a taste of what it was like to play with another boy, my curiosity was unleashed. I wanted more of Justin, to see what else we could do together. I wanted to know what he fantasized about when he was alone in bed stroking his cock. In the coming months, as my lust swelled, Justin and I would do so much more than look. We would give each other pleasures that eclipsed all my lustful fantasies, pleasures unique to young boys with raging hormones and throbbing pubescent cocks. ***